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<t>I am the rushing water

the small silver fish

and the brown oter

feeding her children

their alltime favorite dish



I am the sprouting seeds

and the seedling

secretly yearning for

the flowering season



I am the strong winds

that sings like whistling dragons

in the night

and turns mans dreams

into an ecstatic flight





I am the healed wound



on the warriors back



I am the star in the west



that keeps his horse on track



I am his sharp knife and his longing wife









I am that obscure sound you hear the most



and sometimes reckognizes as a ghost



I am present in a moment of great clarity



I am the howling owl of the night



telling stories of the inverted and magical light



of ancient times where lived



the pagan people and their traditions with poems & rhymes



I am the Niagara of Information



I flow from the lust of unification



and spiritual liberation



I am the thirsty bee



and the nectar filled flower



I am wholeness and i am forever Bliss



I am the desert lion and the rattle snake hiss



I am the longing and the satisfaction thereof.



From the hand nips the bird a seed



I am the seed and the bird



but to whom belongs the hand?



Is not the hand also I ?



Yes.</t>

<t>Thank you for this nectar to my soul. Beloved you are!</t>

<t>Stor Visdom i dine ord :respect:</t>

<t>Meir! :respect:</t>

<t>I am much pleased by your kind response, dear readers

Its quiet startling for me to write poems ((on the go)) like this one

it made me remember a poem i heard being read by an elderly native american voice

on the you tube,it is not the same though,but inspired from its mountain lakes.



Thanks alot.</t>

<t>:respect: :respect:



Nydelig</t>

<t>JA! Elsker det. Takk.</t>

<t>I am gratitude

contentedness

and also lofty joy



I am the tall old trees in the forests

whispering their memories



I am their memories

of beauty and branch bending ordeals





I was there then

as I am here now

ever present and

in love with creation



I am that joy that springs forth

from the ever unknown

to announce its living presence

in the known</t>

<t>So glad you are here :respect:</t>

<t>When you feel time has ceased to exist

and even the windmill on the hill

its wheeling resist

it is eye!



When you see the clouds depart

from the skies

and golden sunlight peers through

It is eye!



When you see the farmers dog

twisting and turning on his back

completey lost in euphoria

it is also eye



When you dream at night

that everything is all right

it is again eye

the swift bringer of light



When eye look into your troubles

they vaporize and puff

like tiny bubbles



Eye am in everyone

And eye am everywhere

where you go

eye am there also

looking back

at you



I am a wise old man walking barefoot in the warm summer sand

I am a long haired hippie in his psychedelic freake out band

I am the elderly couple walking slowly together holding hands



But still I remain a mystery &

In a dream within a dream

I am endless and I am free</t>